Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
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12 Days of Christmas 7: A Woman's Favorite Gift

Title: A Woman's Favorite Gift
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Character/Pairing: April, Donatello
Rating: G/K
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,120
Date Written: 10 December 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.




Knowing the Turtles has brought new twists to every part of April’s life where she never expected them before. She’s known gift givers who always tried to outdo one another. She’s known people who would never give a gift worth even a penny, people who insisted on hand making every gift they gave, and people who simply threw about presents at Christmas time as a way of showing off their wealth. Most have forgotten the true reason behind giving gifts, but in the Turtles’ minds, showing love and respect to their family has always been at the center of everything she’s ever seen them give or received from them. Nonetheless, there’s one who always outdoes the others.

She remembers the first few Christmases she spent with her new family and how her heart used to break as she saw them scourge the sewers for anything worth giving the others as presents. It hadn’t taken her long to help them find little ways to make actual income or to offer to go above ground and purchase whatever they truly longed to give their brothers or father once they had enough money. She still remembers the first present they’d bought to give to her and how surprised she’d been that they had succeeded in sneaking through the city at night to purchase her a brand new camera after Shredder had destroyed her last one and spending too much time away from the news station saving the world and sometimes even the galaxy had cost her her job at Channel 6.

She still has that camera and the picture they’d made to include her in a family photo as one of her very first presents from them. She still treasures them both, but this Christmas has brought her a gift for which she has waited for years and whose honor she had never really believed she would receive. While the others, even Splinter, had worked to save money and be able to buy presents, Donatello had turned his genius each December to creating a new invention, and a new present, for someone special. He’d given the others tech gifts, from watches to video games never seen on the market, he had also made by hand, but each Christmas, one very special member of their family has received a brand new invention.

Mikey got a pizza oven that would make the pizzas for him, including beating out the crusts by its metal hands and dicing the vegetable ingredients finer than any human could see. Splinter had received a special helmet that had somehow read his mind and brought the pictures of his memories to life as a movie so real that he felt, at times while using it, that he could reach out and touch his deceased, and much beloved, Sensei. Leonardo had received a similar helmet, but instead of playing his memories, his gift had blocked out all other thoughts in his mind to give him utter and complete peace even in the most chaotic of times. April’s still not certain exactly what Donatello gave Raphael when he chose him one year, but whatever his gift was, it had worked much like Leo’s, granting him peace and making him happier than she’d ever seen the red-banded turtle for close to an entire year.

And now, she realizes, releasing a shaky breath as Donatello stands humbly before her, it’s her turn at long last! Eagerly, she surveys the machine standing before her. It’s larger than the helmets and can actually rival the size of the pizza oven. “What does it do?” she asks.

“Watch,” he says simply, knowing he’ll only confuse her if he tries to explain the process. He takes a small Santa hat she hasn’t noticed he’s been holding until just now and places it on the machine. He hits a few buttons. The machine pulls the cap into it. After a moment, from its other end, the small cap emerges. “Try it on,” he requests encouragingly.

April reaches for the cap, whose white ruff has been dyed yellow, her favorite color. Her eyes widen as she lifts the cap, which is now at least seven times the size it started. She pulls it down onto her red head. “It’s a perfect fit!” she exclaims. “How?” she asks, puzzled. “Does it just . . . enlarge anything?”

“It can enlarge or shrink any clothing, shoes included,” he tells her, “to the perfect size for the wearer, given, of course, that the size is entered correctly.”

Her mouth drops open. She stares at him. “Any. Size?!” she asks in disbelief.

He nods firmly. “Any size. From now on, April, no matter where we are or what we are doing, if you can find clothing, we can make it fit you.” He shrugs. “Of course I am still working on one that will be a little more easily portable, but we can take this with us. You’ll never have to worry about clothes again,” he tells her, knowing how often she has had her clothes ruined while out on missions with them and complained loudly that she couldn’t find anything to properly cover her. “It’s also not just to be used while on missions. You can use it any time for anything you desire pertaining to attire.”

She shakes her head slowly, clearly amazed. “Wow! Wow!” she cries again and throws herself at him. She wraps her arms around him, hugs him tight, and kisses his cheek, making him blush. “You should totally patent this one. It’s every woman’s dream come true! If you get it out on the market, you guys will never hurt for money again!”

Timidly, he wraps his arms around her, but the squeeze he gives her is strong and every bit as tight as her hug. “Only one correction, dear sister,” he murmurs into her bright, red hair. “We will never hurt financially again.” She has always been there for them, not just in spirit and fighting beside them but in assisting them financially whenever they needed something and she could assist to the point that her own savings have been completely drained. He knows she barely makes it paycheck to paycheck these days, but no more. By next Christmas, they’ll be able to buy anything they desire for each other, although he’ll still be making his gifts proudly and creatively by hand.

“Thank you! Thank you, Donnie! I can’t wait to try it out! I’m gonna get a whole new wardrobe!” She’s never been given anything like this before, and the wait has certainly been so well worth it.

“You’re welcome,” he says, beaming as, in her eager delight, she kisses his cheek again. “Merry Christmas, April!”

“Merry Christmas!”


The End
Tags: holidays: christmas, tmnt: april, tmnt: don
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